Alien Ocs Novels & Stories

"Maybe we'll meet again someday." She nods and then runs off down the alley, a small dark shape that merges and disappears into the darkness. "Come on," says Kane. "It's time to go." “We need a vehicle,” says Dog. The three Alphas and I make our way toward the end of the alley, keeping to the shadows as best we can so no one can see us. That's when I hear a familiar voice echoing down the street. “My name is Orch. I am an omega.” Daring to lean a little out of the shadows, I cautiously peek around the corner.

I couldn’t understand what her prolonged stare meant. “ Introduce yourself, Lana. ” She spoke when I stared back at her. My lips formed an O shape. Realization dawned upon me. Facing the three Alphas, I blinked awkwardly. Was I supposed to bow in respect or what? “ Hey? ” I waved my hand instead. “ I am Nor… ” Satan’s Buttocks! Not Nora. I coughed to clear my throat as all three of them stared at me with their penetrating eyes. “ I am Lana Redley. And I was chosen as the omega for the year by His Highness, Alpha King of the West. ” It sounded like Lana this time, right?

Chapter One Faelen’s POV I woke up feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. Today was the day, the day I would be sent on my mission by Alpha Zodd. It was a rite of passage for every omega in the Belladonna Pack, and I had waited for this moment for three long years. Since my parents had passed away, both in an accident, Alpha Zodd had taken me in, but only as a ward. My omega status meant I lived apart from the Alpha’s estate where only members of the pack with higher status lived. I was made to live with servants and low ranking wolves.

The kind that made you wonder if he was laughing at you or saving you. *********** The sunlight was blinding outside the Alpha’s office, sharp and unrelenting after the gloom inside. As I made my way toward the west wing of the pack house, the brightness stung my eyes. I blinked, adjusting, and instinctively scanned the courtyard for the only two people who mattered. I caught sight of Caius’s mop of curls first, bouncing in the light. Then I saw them. Four omegas. Clustered tight. Surrounding my sons.

The headline read: "Alpha Marcus Morrison of Stormfang Pack Discusses Regional Pack Alliances." My hands shook as I opened his old phone that he'd carelessly left behind. The photo gallery was full of pictures he'd secretly taken of me—my profile while working late into the night, my flour-dusted cheek while making soup for his "treatments," my sleeping face after I'd collapsed from exhaustion. Every photo was captioned with "Don't work too hard, my brave little Omega." Looking back now, how ridiculous it all was. Marcus was the Alpha of Stormfang Pack—one of the wealthiest packs in the region. How could he possibly need money for surgery?

My brain stalled as I had no idea where this conversation was heading. He settled into the stool across from me, holding the syringe just like he held his cigarette. “Think about it. No Alpha wants to become an Omega. But Omegas? They would give anything to stop being society's toy.” “So the experiment failed?” “Of course it did, it is impossible to turn omegas into Alphas.” Foxen smiled, too quick, too knowing. “But you see, failure is expensive, especially when other companies are involved. Vance Pharmaceuticals flipped it and created the first compound that flopped. You see, it was a disaster. So the organization buried it.”

He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You... you are an alpha... You shouldn't be here... comforting a slave like me, a-alpha..." "I'm very happy to do so. By the way, we should properly get to know each other. I'm Aziel Midnight. Alpha of the Midnight Moon pack. However, you can call me Aziel. But I'd like it if you call me Az." He said so casually like he didn't give a shit about hierarchy by allowing an omega_a mere slave to be precisely to call him, an alpha by a pet name!!

Pushing the call button, the box crackled to life. “Unit Oscar 18, do you copy? Has the threat been terminated?” His labored breaths gurgled from his chest as fluid filled his lungs. Each word was pure agony, but he had a duty to the Cohort. “The Alphas,” he rattled. “They’re coming.”

Outside I can hear hundreds of wolves and lycans begin to howl, I look to the door to see my father open it, revealing a very beat up Osric, slowly limping his way into the room. "Son, Alpha King Osric." Helena and Angel quickly get but stop when they feel the strong aura rolling off him. "Angel, I thought… Thank you, Addy." Osric looks stunned for a moment, before pulling his mother and brother deep into his arms, clearly using them to hold himself up.

I screamed in pain as my legs became more sore. “Who the hell are you? Let go of me," Scarlett protested as they dragged us out of the mansion. “I'm the Alpha of the Oceanside pack. You either surrender to us or you get killed,” he roared. I was numb. My blood dripped on the soil as I was dragged out of the building. The next thing I remembered was finding myself amongst a group of people. it looked like a typical pack house except that they all wore normal outfits--not uniforms.